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defeminized) wrote2012-05-14 03:42 am
defeminized) wrote2012-05-14 03:42 am
Entry tags:
fairy tales/history - kame/junno
Title: fairy tales/history
Pairing: Kame/Junno
Wordcount: 1042
Rating: PG, very
Warnings: Slight fluff I guess, slight angst too I think
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a boy named Taguchi who had a friend called Kazuya and they lived happily ever after. Almost.
Notes: Forcease11, one of the many late birthday presents. Thanks to pinkeuphoria1, all other mistakes are mine.
*
Kame thinks of Taguchi as the modern-day fairy tale in human form, the one you can start describing with a “once upon a time” and end it with “happily ever after”.
Because once upon a time, there was a boy named Taguchi whom everybody seemed to hate but ended up loving and everybody lived happily ever after.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Taguchi who had a friend called Kazuya and they lived happily ever after. Almost.
Taguchi’s like the secret weapon to end all world wars; because once upon a time, there was a boy who smiled and everybody laughed at his smile and they all lived happily ever after.
*
The more he compares Taguchi to the very idea of fairy tales, the more Taguchi feels like he had stepped out of one.
He’s the prince, the hero of the ordinary and enemy of the evil. He’s the sorcerer, conjurer of spells and exorcist of curses. He’s the princess, waiting to be saved and waiting to be served.
Kame decides that Taguchi’s some kind of alien, and he doesn’t blame anyone the slightest for not willing to understand him.
*
Let’s go for a drive, Taguchi says. Kame can bring their bento and they can drive all the way to Yokohama to watch the pink sunset.
Of course, Kame cooks and deliberately stalls, and Taguchi calls him up and tells him that he just bought a new game and asks if Kame’s interested.
Kame says no and sends the bento he cooked to where Fuku-kun is.
*
If Taguchi’s where fairy tales are, it’s no wonder he doesn’t really get him.
Kame prefers being a historian, dealing with things with bases instead of folklores and hearsays.
*
Taguchi defies normality and calls Kame Kazuya, lets him touch even when others squirm out of horror, lets him lean when he needs to, and lets him lash out when he feels like it.
There’s a reason why he gets along with Taguchi, Kame realises—it’s because they don’t have to get along.
*
“Your curry’s delicious,” Taguchi says, smiling so widely his eyes disappear.
“Really?” Kame says. He spoons a little and smells the curry before slurping it in. “I think it’s lacking something.”
“I think it’s perfect the way it is,” Taguchi says, pouring the simmering curry on his plate of rice, not bothering to remember that the curry is still hot and he might scald his tongue.
Kame takes a pinch of salt between his thumb and middle finger, sprinkles it into the curry and stirs it.
“How is it this time?” he asks as he spoons a little more and shoves it towards Taguchi.
Taguchi blows the heat away and slurps.
“I love it.”
*
With Taguchi, there are more almost-kisses than stolen ones, because no one steals when the other willingly gives.
*
“What’s wrong with fairy tales?” Taguchi asks.
“It never happens,” Kame answers. “History happened.”
The only thing they have in common is that they are both told in past tense, that’s all.
*
“Not so hard,” Kame says with a twitch, because Taguchi is Taguchi, and Taguchi can never tell, even as he massages, whether to apply more pressure or to relax.
“Alright,” Taguchi says. Then he accidentally presses a little too hard again and Kame cries a little.
Taguchi apologises immediately and pays for Kame’s visit to the spa.
*
Taguchi initiated it.
He clings to Kame’s shirt and their bodies clash and then their lips meet roughly.
Kame wants to push him away and say, “What the hell, Taguchi”, but he’s not going to.
It’s not a stolen kiss if he’s not stopping him, and it’s not a given kiss if he doesn’t kiss him back.
*
“Did it happen between you and Nakamaru too?” Taguchi asks.
“What?”
“Your resistance.”
*
Kame has been stuck with him for more than a decade, sometimes spending months being angry with him.
Even aliens need some time to get used to, he thinks, and a decade might not have been enough.
*
“I never kissed him,” Kame answers honestly.
*
Then again, Junno has also been stuck with Kame for more than a decade, sometimes spending months wondering what he had done to make Kame mad at him.
*
“So I’ve been rejected, right?”
Taguchi says it with a smile against the backdrop of a rising moon and Kame suddenly remembers something.
Even fairy tales can have their happy endings taken away from them.
*
Let’s go for a drive, Kame says. This time, they can drive to Hakone and try to climb up the mountain.
“You bring the bento,” Kame says.
Of course, Taguchi forgets all about the bento and they end up buying packed onigiris from the convenience stores on the way to Hakone.
*
“What’s wrong with history?” Kame asks as Taguchi drives. “Why do you prefer fairy tales to history?”
Taguchi slows down near a sharp corner and turns the steering wheel. Kame holds his breathe as he watches Taguchi drive because Taguchi’s driving skills suspiciously remind him of that of a gamer’s.
“I can’t change history, I can only interpret it,” Taguchi answers. “You like fairy tales too, you just never say it in front of me.”
Taguchi says it with another blinding smile and Kame sees his history in Junno.
*
“Maybe you should kiss me again,” Kame suggests.
“And get rejected again?”
“Why do you say so?”
Taguchi puts an arm around Kame’s shoulder. “It’s what you do.”
*
Maybe fairy tales have a place for Kame.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Kazuya who didn’t believe in fairy tales—
“Liar,” Taguchi says. “You totally did believe in Momotaro.”
“That was when I was 12!”
They argue for a while, Taguchi insisting and implying that Kame has never been true to himself in front of him, and Kame saying that it doesn’t matter because it’s not like Taguchi’s an important person anyway, and then there was a kiss back from Kame and Taguchi’s stunned.
“Have I been rejected?” Kame asks, grinning at Taguchi’s confused face.
Taguchi kisses him back, and Kame thinks about the happily ever after and the history before it.
*
Pairing: Kame/Junno
Wordcount: 1042
Rating: PG, very
Warnings: Slight fluff I guess, slight angst too I think
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a boy named Taguchi who had a friend called Kazuya and they lived happily ever after. Almost.
Notes: For
cease11, one of the many late birthday presents. Thanks to pinkeuphoria1, all other mistakes are mine. Kame thinks of Taguchi as the modern-day fairy tale in human form, the one you can start describing with a “once upon a time” and end it with “happily ever after”.
Because once upon a time, there was a boy named Taguchi whom everybody seemed to hate but ended up loving and everybody lived happily ever after.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Taguchi who had a friend called Kazuya and they lived happily ever after. Almost.
Taguchi’s like the secret weapon to end all world wars; because once upon a time, there was a boy who smiled and everybody laughed at his smile and they all lived happily ever after.
The more he compares Taguchi to the very idea of fairy tales, the more Taguchi feels like he had stepped out of one.
He’s the prince, the hero of the ordinary and enemy of the evil. He’s the sorcerer, conjurer of spells and exorcist of curses. He’s the princess, waiting to be saved and waiting to be served.
Kame decides that Taguchi’s some kind of alien, and he doesn’t blame anyone the slightest for not willing to understand him.
Let’s go for a drive, Taguchi says. Kame can bring their bento and they can drive all the way to Yokohama to watch the pink sunset.
Of course, Kame cooks and deliberately stalls, and Taguchi calls him up and tells him that he just bought a new game and asks if Kame’s interested.
Kame says no and sends the bento he cooked to where Fuku-kun is.
If Taguchi’s where fairy tales are, it’s no wonder he doesn’t really get him.
Kame prefers being a historian, dealing with things with bases instead of folklores and hearsays.
Taguchi defies normality and calls Kame Kazuya, lets him touch even when others squirm out of horror, lets him lean when he needs to, and lets him lash out when he feels like it.
There’s a reason why he gets along with Taguchi, Kame realises—it’s because they don’t have to get along.
“Your curry’s delicious,” Taguchi says, smiling so widely his eyes disappear.
“Really?” Kame says. He spoons a little and smells the curry before slurping it in. “I think it’s lacking something.”
“I think it’s perfect the way it is,” Taguchi says, pouring the simmering curry on his plate of rice, not bothering to remember that the curry is still hot and he might scald his tongue.
Kame takes a pinch of salt between his thumb and middle finger, sprinkles it into the curry and stirs it.
“How is it this time?” he asks as he spoons a little more and shoves it towards Taguchi.
Taguchi blows the heat away and slurps.
“I love it.”
With Taguchi, there are more almost-kisses than stolen ones, because no one steals when the other willingly gives.
“What’s wrong with fairy tales?” Taguchi asks.
“It never happens,” Kame answers. “History happened.”
The only thing they have in common is that they are both told in past tense, that’s all.
“Not so hard,” Kame says with a twitch, because Taguchi is Taguchi, and Taguchi can never tell, even as he massages, whether to apply more pressure or to relax.
“Alright,” Taguchi says. Then he accidentally presses a little too hard again and Kame cries a little.
Taguchi apologises immediately and pays for Kame’s visit to the spa.
Taguchi initiated it.
He clings to Kame’s shirt and their bodies clash and then their lips meet roughly.
Kame wants to push him away and say, “What the hell, Taguchi”, but he’s not going to.
It’s not a stolen kiss if he’s not stopping him, and it’s not a given kiss if he doesn’t kiss him back.
“Did it happen between you and Nakamaru too?” Taguchi asks.
“What?”
“Your resistance.”
Kame has been stuck with him for more than a decade, sometimes spending months being angry with him.
Even aliens need some time to get used to, he thinks, and a decade might not have been enough.
“I never kissed him,” Kame answers honestly.
Then again, Junno has also been stuck with Kame for more than a decade, sometimes spending months wondering what he had done to make Kame mad at him.
“So I’ve been rejected, right?”
Taguchi says it with a smile against the backdrop of a rising moon and Kame suddenly remembers something.
Even fairy tales can have their happy endings taken away from them.
Let’s go for a drive, Kame says. This time, they can drive to Hakone and try to climb up the mountain.
“You bring the bento,” Kame says.
Of course, Taguchi forgets all about the bento and they end up buying packed onigiris from the convenience stores on the way to Hakone.
“What’s wrong with history?” Kame asks as Taguchi drives. “Why do you prefer fairy tales to history?”
Taguchi slows down near a sharp corner and turns the steering wheel. Kame holds his breathe as he watches Taguchi drive because Taguchi’s driving skills suspiciously remind him of that of a gamer’s.
“I can’t change history, I can only interpret it,” Taguchi answers. “You like fairy tales too, you just never say it in front of me.”
Taguchi says it with another blinding smile and Kame sees his history in Junno.
“Maybe you should kiss me again,” Kame suggests.
“And get rejected again?”
“Why do you say so?”
Taguchi puts an arm around Kame’s shoulder. “It’s what you do.”
Maybe fairy tales have a place for Kame.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Kazuya who didn’t believe in fairy tales—
“Liar,” Taguchi says. “You totally did believe in Momotaro.”
“That was when I was 12!”
They argue for a while, Taguchi insisting and implying that Kame has never been true to himself in front of him, and Kame saying that it doesn’t matter because it’s not like Taguchi’s an important person anyway, and then there was a kiss back from Kame and Taguchi’s stunned.
“Have I been rejected?” Kame asks, grinning at Taguchi’s confused face.
Taguchi kisses him back, and Kame thinks about the happily ever after and the history before it.